It's been a little over a week since I moved in, and as of yesterday, I finally finished up cleaning and getting rid of the moving boxes. Now that my place is all set up, I can actually show it off properly! I must admit I'm very pleased with the result.
Since I first walked into this condo, I knew it would be exactly the kind of place for me. The space is large enough for me to comfortably host guests, but small enough to not feel overly spacious. Everything is clean, sleek, modern, and angular (just the way I like it). I have amenities I've only dreamed of having (a pool, hot tub, billiards table, sauna, gym...). While it is on the first floor sound and security aren't issues. I'm close to every major resource I could possibly need (groceries, pharmacy, metro, restaurants, dry-cleaning, office supply store, etc.). I'm comfortable, and have everything I could want to take advantage of. But most importantly, I feel at home here.
I think what shocked me the most though after all the unpacking was just how much space I have. As you might see from the images, I still have plenty of storage space. Of course, I packed things tightly and I'm still missing some furniture (lamps and a television come to mind), but even if I spread some of my stuff out more, there's more room here than I know what to do with at the moment.
But I'm quite fine with that, because what it means is that despite bringing with me several things from my past, there is plenty of room for new things. I consider it to be a good representation of life as a whole: though there's plenty written in it, there's always plenty of blank canvas to fill.
Now that I'm settled in here, my next step is to go out and explore the city with full gusto. I'm going back into the job search, building plans for self improvement, and seeking out all the opportunities I can to take full advantage of this new place. Fortunately, I'll be doing it from a very comfortable base of operations.